“Exactly. It was just one of your brat’s toes. She’s still alive, isn’t she? Why act like it’s the end of the world?”
“Getting disciplined by young Ethan is an honor for trash like her. With a mother this worthless, what good could that kid ever turn out to be? Even if she were beaten to death, she’d deserve it.”
Even the homeroom teacher sneered and gave me a vicious kick.
Shielding Emma tightly in my arms, I endured the blows, desperate to keep her safe from their madness.
“Don’t hurt my mommy!” Emma cried out, her sobs tearing at my heart.
Her plea was answered by a fat boy’s mocking shout:
“Garbage like you two deserves every beating you get!”
The teacher ruffled the boy’s hair proudly, beaming.
“Ethan, you’ve been brave since you were young, punishing evil and promoting justice. Tomorrow I’ll praise you in front of the whole school and give you an award!”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed in smug delight.
“Hmph, it’s what I should do. I’ll beat that trash every time I see her!”
Taking the kicks and punches, I clutched Emma tighter, my eyes blazing.
“You will regret this.”
The words made the parents erupt in laughter, as though I had told the funniest joke in the world.